The diving plane suddenly dropped a bomb dozens of meters away from "Rihoumaru". The moment the plane climbed again, a burst of flames rose in the cabin of "Rihoumaru". During the explosion, hundreds of army soldiers jumped out of the sea desperately. All/Ben\Xiao/Shuo\Net/

When the sea water floated in Shanghai again, Nakamura could not believe his eyes. Within the range of sight, there were burning troop transport ships everywhere. In the air, there were still planes hovering and diving, constantly dropping bombs on merchant ships fleeing everywhere. Occasionally, when a bomb fell into the struggled soldiers on the sea, a bloody rain of blood would be set off.

"clatter……"

The diving plane was shooting towards the sea, and Nakamura's ears were filled with the screams of the wounded soldiers.

massacre!

This is a one-sided massacre. Once the planes in the air dropped bombs, they would immediately dive down and shoot soldiers who fell into the water with machine guns.

Several kilometers away, the warship "Hirui" sunken in the rear seat of the stern explosion did not completely sink. The Yellow Sea was not deep. Compared with many seas, the Yellow Sea, with an average water depth of only 40 meters, is too shallow. Perhaps the beach at the bottom of the sea tilts that caused the warship to tilt. His bow pointed at the sky, and the two turrets at the bow were crowded with sailors climbing up.

But the planes in the air did not let go of these sailors who had lost their warships. When the plane dived, the fire spurted at the nose. Then, the turret exposed to the sea was accompanied by the sound of bullets hitting the steel plate, and the bodies continued to fall into the sea. For a moment, the sea water around the "Hirui" was dyed red.

Looking at the burning sea surface, Nakamura, as a division combat staff officer, was unwilling to admit it, but still had to admit the reality that Japan was defeated, and its powerful fleet was even blown to the bottom of the sea by Chinese planes before they could see the mainland.

Now, this crushing defeat has turned into a one-sided massacre. The Chinese pilots seemed unwilling to give up a target. The airplanes were like hunters, attacking the fleeing merchant ships and warships with their bombs at low altitude. This was the third batch of airplanes.

Compared to the second batch of aircraft that once carried torpedoes, these batches did not even carry torpedoes. They just carried bombs under the wings, and then easily dropped the bombs on the troop transport merchant ship at a distance of dozens of meters high from the merchant ship. The merchant ship had no resistance to bombs. After being hit by the bomb, the merchant ship would burn and then stop on the sea. The Chinese pilots did not seem to have the awareness to sink them. Once they succeeded, they would turn to the next target.

"Defeated..."

Nakamura murmured in his heart. He didn't know who would be responsible for this defeat in Japan after the news of this battle spread, but he knew clearly that if the Chinese people did not send a ship, maybe tomorrow, all those who jumped into the sea to survive would die here. Maybe then, these dead people would be responsible for the defeat!

How will people describe them by then? A group of stupid, blindly moving, incompetent soldiers...

"Master Nakamura, do you say, will the Chinese send a boat to save us?"

The reporter Okawa came to Nakamura and asked, although he had won the school's You Yong Championship while studying, in this situation, even if he was the all-Japanese swimming championship, it would be impossible for him to swim hundreds of kilometers away.

Will the Chinese send ships?

If the Chinese send a boat, should they get on the boat?

Just as this thought arose in my heart, a sudden scream of surprise came over me.

"Look, the Chinese army's plane has left,"

Sure enough, I looked up at the air, but only saw the planes in the air flying towards the direction of the mainland, and the planes were even the planes that had pursued and fled from the fleet before.

"Bastard, they finally left..."

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of ominousness suddenly arose in Nakamura's heart. He clearly remembered that before the troop ship was sunk, the captain mentioned that the radio could not send out radio, what does this mean?

He looked at the sun in the sky. It was still a long time before the sky. If they left now, would they reach out to...

The sun at 4:00 in the afternoon dyed the sea golden white. The coast and beaches were quiet, and only the gentle breeze with a slight smell of sea came from the sea, gently caressing the earth.

A hundred meters away from the beach, two or three simple barbed wires stood up. In the serrated trenches, the soldiers looked at the sea with vigilant eyes. Apart from the few soldiers in charge of the alert, more soldiers did not close their eyes or rest as usual, or chatted with cards. Everyone was preparing for the upcoming war.

The boxes of grenades were dismantled by the soldiers, and grenades with the bullet handles exposed to the fuse were placed on the chest wall. Once needed, they could throw out raindrops at any time. On the inside of the chest wall, the bayonet's blade was half out of the trench. In the boxer-sized ammunition table dug out with a bayonet next to the bayonet, several bullets with paper-packs were scattered along with the bridge clips.

In the machine gun fort, the three-year-old Maxim heavy machine gun pointed directly at the coast. Water droplets were occasionally dripping between the barrel and the cooling cylinder, and the water droplets reflected dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

"It's finally my turn..."

Xiao Keyuan, who held the rifle tightly and felt a little sweaty in his palm, muttered in his heart. An hour ago, the regiment called the Japanese landing fleet was heading towards Arashiyama.

The orders given to them by the commanders are very simple - defend the enemy!

Reinforcements, no one knows when the reinforcements will come, or whether there will be reinforcements.

Thinking of the impossible reinforcements, sweat dripping from Ma Weijun's forehead, and the old farmer-like face under the steel helmet was left with only a sense of perseverance.

"Be loyal to the country!"

"Just treat it as loyalty to the country!"

The same sigh sounded at the side of the "Famama" passenger ship dozens of kilometers away. Nobuichi Nishizawa thought so in his heart that unlike the preparations for the recruitment in the 17th United Army, Nobuichi Nishizawa was a doctor. At the age of 31, he had just opened his own clinic and was in a difficult stage of entrepreneurship.

But a month ago, the Army Province suddenly issued a notice: All doctors have the obligation to register as military medical reserves. Faced with such notice, although he had just founded his own hospital, Nishize still called on him, and the "sincerity" in his heart burned. He felt that this was the obligation of every doctor, just like the war against Lu ten years ago. At that time, he was still studying in medical school and missed the war, so he immediately signed up.

However, after a few days of registration, he had a big tongue. There were only three people who registered for the military medical reserve team this time. This was beyond his expectations. Didn’t everyone have the obligation to register? Isn’t the State and the Military Affairs Department fooling honest people? So I naturally felt like I was deceived and deceived.

But it was too late to regret. A week later, Nobu Nishizawa, one of the registrations, was summoned to Hirosaki, the 8th Division's garrison, first obtained a corps' shoulder sound. As a surgeon, after several weeks of landing in front of the enemy, he got a sergeant's edict. When he got on board, he was incorporated into the health team of the 17th Regiment as a "trainee doctor".

In the health team, except for the military officer Captain Hirano, almost all of them were called. Japan was very poor and wanted to retain as many troops as possible, so it reduced the number of non-combat troops. When the division was about to fight, it had to supplement a large number of reserves. In normal times, there were only military officers in the health team. Now there were many veterans who were supplemented. There were even many veterans in the Japanese-Singapore War. Several of them were over 50 years old. Before leaving, Nishize had conducted health examinations on those people. As a result, he was surprised to find that one-third of them suffered from various chronic diseases, stomach diseases, stomach fire, asthma, bronchitis, heart disease, arthritis, etc. How could such health soldiers go to the front line? How could they not even take care of the wounded soldiers who were rescued?

Of course, this issue is not something that Xize needs to consider or worry about. As a "trainee doctor", no one will consider his opinions at all.

"A shell came, and six were killed, ten were injured, and two were sent to the bandage station. Two were killed on the way, two were killed on the operating table, four were killed due to complications of wound infection, and two were left. That was a big life. If anyone could save it, they could survive!"

Nishizawa once raised his concerns, but Captain Hirano told him what "battlefield treatment" is. As a doctor, although he could not accept this cruelty, he knew that what Captain was saying was the fact that it was difficult for soldiers infected with wounds to survive.

Later, Captain Hirano also comforted him.

"Fortunately our opponent this time is the Chinese army..."

Chinese Army?

Can't fight?

Nishize didn't believe this general argument at all. If the Chinese army was so weak as the newspaper said, how could they have tied the dispatched army into two legions? There were only 21 divisions in Japan, but now there are as many as six and a half divisions transferred to China.

What a bunch of arrogant guys!

He was beaten by the Chinese army and forced to switch to the battlefield. He was arrogant and thought that the other party was vulnerable. In fact, a few hours after the passenger ship left the dock, Nishize already knew the destination. It was because the First Class Goto who was on duty saw a pack of documents in the corps captain's room. It was a pack of strictly sealed documents, with a red pen on the cover:

"Kaifeng three hours later!"

The content is the confidential military map of the landing site. On that extremely precise map, all roads, mountains, water systems and the first road are marked with the width of the road, and each river has detailed the width, depth, silt conditions at the bottom of the river, ferry sites, and even the muddy areas after the rain, which is their new battlefield.

The reason why Goto First Class told him was that he always liked to show his well-informed knowledge when treating neuralgia.

Although he knew that his neuralgia was pretending, Nishize did not expose his intention. There would always be unexpected benefits to having such a well-informed friend in the army.

Yesterday afternoon, Goto quietly told him to write a letter, think about what needs to be explained and what needs to be written, and even specifically reminded him to cut his nails and keep his hair. This was undoubtedly a reminder that the war was about to start. Just after he was ready overnight, at dawn, Major Sakahara informed everyone that he asked everyone to write a letter to his home, and after writing it, they handed it over to the captain together, and they also said that it might be the last letter, because the enemy they faced this time was a well-trained army in the Chinese army.

When did the Chinese Army be well-trained again?

Perhaps, it is at this time, when they are about to face them, that those arrogant guys will admit this fact.

"Have you contacted the fleet?"

When the radio officer shook his head, Akashi Motojiro felt even more uneasy. What was wrong and why did the fleet lose contact again?

"Chief of Staff Akishi, what, is there something wrong?"

The Chief of Staff saw the strangeness of his eyes, which made him laugh.

"Are you worried that the 12th Division, which is escorted by the Third Team, will be defeated by the Chinese?"

Almost after the fleet set out, his chief of staff was always influenced by the uneasiness in his heart. The closer he was to China, the more he felt something was abnormal, but what was abnormal? But he couldn't say anything.

"If that were the case, the radio would have received the message long ago!"

"But those noises..."

Without saying that, Akashi Motojiro shook his head. It was normal for the radio to receive noise, but it was extremely abnormal for the "bait" fleet to lose contact.

Worry about the troubles of the fleet?

This is definitely an unreasonable worry!

The third team escorted the 12th Division has the most powerful "King Kong" and "Hirui" battlecruisers. Even if Lianyungang has shore defense guns and the two powerful 356mm naval guns can still blow the entire Lianyungang out of their range.

With their escort, the 12th Division may encounter any trouble. What's more, the 12th Division only plays a role in "tempting the enemy". The real landing field was in Lanshan, where the 6th Division and the 8th Division served as the main offensive force. As for the 12th Division, once the 6th Division and the 8th Division occupied Lanshan, the task of the 12th Division was to establish a stronghold in Lanshan.

But is it really that simple?

Akashi Tomiro, who had been unable to settle down in his heart, could not figure out where there was a problem. He believed that there must be a problem there, and certainly...

"Chief of Staff Akashi, do you really feel the need to get the Navy to use its main gun to shoot the coast?"

In order to protect the Chief of Staff’s face, the deputy chief of staff suddenly spoke up to interrupt Akishi Motojiro's meditation. At this time, perhaps only by fighting can the Chief of Staff regain his mind!

"Of course there is a need. Although the enemies we face are not strong and even vulnerable, we must use unprecedented naval artillery to show them the firepower of the Imperial Army, so as to completely overwhelm them psychologically..."

Looking up at the owner's room that was changed to a war room, Akashi Motojiro explained his intention again.

"As we all know, whether it is the Qing Dynasty or the Chinese army now, they all implement a mercenary system. Most of the officers and soldiers serve to get military pay. Most of the soldiers come from poor families without privileges. Joining the army has become a special "profession" for the poor to avoid hunger and solve food and clothing. The army under the mercenary system does not have a clear service life, and the army is middle-aged and old, middle-aged and young people are mixed, and the soldiers are uneven in their age and experience, and it is difficult to undertake the same military tasks. In a long-term peaceful environment, various bad habits have breeded in the army, and soldiers gradually lose their ability to fight. The practice of the Qing Dynasty and the coalition's attack on Beijing has proved that the Qing team has no combat ability to resist foreign enemies' attacks..."

As the chief of staff of the Legion, Akashi Motojiro did not just consider tactical things when formulating tactics. He would consider the enemy's character and the enemy's psychology more to seek victory outside the battlefield. Perhaps this is due to his habits. After all, in this regard, he has something that others cannot reach.

"So, applying strong pressure to such an army of varying quality is enough to destroy its fighting spirit. With the help of powerful artillery fire, giving it invisible mental pressure will cause a large number of soldiers to flee the battlefield. The deserter will tell his friends and fellow villagers about his experiences. At that time, fear will spread throughout this army. As a result, we need to face only a psychologically defeated army, and just need a charge to easily defeat a division!"

The voice of the words stopped slightly, and Akishi Toshiro turned his attention to the commander again.

"Your Excellency, this time we sent troops not to occupy the entire China, but we are responsible for an important task, which is to support a government that is inclined toward Japan and help them establish an army. This army must have a psychological awe of the Japanese army. At that time, the defeated soldiers will be the best candidates. After suffering or hearing of that kind of devastating shelling, they will naturally feel fear of the Japanese army. This emotion will not only affect the soldiers, but also affect the officers. In this way, even if they seize power in the future, they will not dare to resist Japan. They will develop a worship of Japan because of their fear of Japan..."

As an officer who is good at enemy strategies, Akashi Motojiro's ideas are far beyond the understanding of others, and few people can understand his long-term considerations, but they did not point out that in his opinion, the greatest role of the chief of staff of the Second Army is this. Comprehensive support for the Chinese revolutionaries against Yuan was a strategy that the government has reached against the support, so he had no intention of disturbing his plan.

"Just do it like this, let the Chinese army experience the heavy attack of the Hanoi-class 12-inch naval gun!"

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